Remus and I will be dead within days. He doesn't know this, of course.
He was never too good with potions so I've been brewing our sleeping potions -- as well as his Wolfsbane -- for months now. It's only been a week or so since I began to add a small amount of nightshade into our late-night drinks. The herb should be accumulating into a lethal level soon. We'll finally be at peace then. We died in spirit what seems like ages ago -- I curse Profe- Severus every waking moment for prolonging our painful inhabitance of this world.
Severus was only doing what he thought was right. I know that. Despite his realliance with the Dark Lord, he let us escape from his guard. We were grateful at the moment. We savoured every stolen breath of freedom.
Then we realised that our world had died, that we were the sole survivors of our way of life.
Every time I close my eyes, I can see Draco cutting down Harry right in front of me. I can see him lick the knife before casting Crucio on Harry's defenseless body, the smear of blood making his trademark sneer look like something out of a horror film.
Remus cries out for Sirius at night. As he thrusts into me, I know he is wishing I was Sirius -- I know that he's not seeing me at all. That's okay, however -- in my mind, it's not my former teacher who is fucking me but Harry. Remus grips me so hard that he leaves bruises. Harry was always a gentle lover.
Death will be a merciful end to our existence in this world, this world where the Dark Lord walks among us.
He was never too good with potions so I've been brewing our sleeping potions -- as well as his Wolfsbane -- for months now. It's only been a week or so since I began to add a small amount of nightshade into our late-night drinks. The herb should be accumulating into a lethal level soon. We'll finally be at peace then. We died in spirit what seems like ages ago -- I curse Profe- Severus every waking moment for prolonging our painful inhabitance of this world.
Severus was only doing what he thought was right. I know that. Despite his realliance with the Dark Lord, he let us escape from his guard. We were grateful at the moment. We savoured every stolen breath of freedom.
Then we realised that our world had died, that we were the sole survivors of our way of life.
Every time I close my eyes, I can see Draco cutting down Harry right in front of me. I can see him lick the knife before casting Crucio on Harry's defenseless body, the smear of blood making his trademark sneer look like something out of a horror film.
Remus cries out for Sirius at night. As he thrusts into me, I know he is wishing I was Sirius -- I know that he's not seeing me at all. That's okay, however -- in my mind, it's not my former teacher who is fucking me but Harry. Remus grips me so hard that he leaves bruises. Harry was always a gentle lover.
Death will be a merciful end to our existence in this world, this world where the Dark Lord walks among us.